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Peyton Pearson

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In the blink of an eye
My school days and summertimes 
Will sing a sorrowful song 
And then hit me with a goodbye
But I been looking at a beautiful sky 
Feeling like I been here before 
But I'm just new to the times
Okay remember when
Sitting at home
The dinner table was a myth of its own
Sit in contention with your rigmarole 
Never a care 
Nary a worry to own
But burden drapes upon the curtain of shoulder blades 
Rollerblade 
Blade sharpened for catching your tongue
Tongue, it was caught 
And so you lost your balance
Remember the rabbit would jump 
And then jump
But then came back like every single time
You have to know the definition
Front to back
Before you redefine
Reading lines from brighter days
scribbled on notepads
Or notepad
Thinking you were feeling lost 
Before you find a way
But now you found a way
So you can't cry today
You gotta make light of rain
Or write a way
Right away

You falling
(Ah shit, nigga)
Get up
(You's a bitch, nigga)
You falling
(Who your friends, nigga)
Get up
(Who you with)
You falling
(Is they broke)
Get up 
(Or is they rich)
You falling
(Not to ask for the money)
Get up
(But to show you how to get it)

The days of wanting money 
Stead of needing it
Yeah it's tangible 
But you can't believe in it
Dream of a dollar bill
Wake up to my bank account
Remember everything is everything 
Then my stomach growls
My pantry is on E
My tank ain't got no milk in it
I Envy the difficulty in filling my syllabuses
And I
Really, I can't fathom 
What kind of stardust pattern
Gon pop off my shadow
I shadow box in the dark
My shadow dance around sunsets and silhouettes
My niggas best defenses are sunroofs and cigarettes
And fire in they hearts
They candles burn with a passion
My quirk is of telepathy 
I see my stand as a dragon
I'm energy like an atom
My garden is that of Adam's
I bit the apple in shackles
My ripple rip through the ashes and sand
and when the dust settles and it's high noon
I'll be the only one to tell my stories and my rhymes to
My hymns and haikus travel intravenous
Writer of the maker of the lock and key
I'll self destruct on Plymouth Rock and see
Yo Alabama shit, and you can't even stop plan B
See my rope-a-dope is effective
But tires me in the process
And I'm still learning how to cope, yet
I'm too busy making a brand, or a name
And in exchange, I get change
But I'm tryna see my change come through my growth, yes
Bless

You falling
(Ah shit, nigga)
Get up
(You's a bitch, nigga)
You falling
(Who your friends, nigga)
Get up
(Who you with)
You falling
(Is they broke)
Get up 
(Or is they rich)
You falling
(Not to ask for the money)
Get up
(But to show you how to get it)

You sell your art, collect your check
Is that still art, you play no part
You see that
You see that
You sell your art, collect your check
Is that still art, you play your part
You see that
You see that
You sell your art, collect your check
Is that still art, you play no part
You see that
You see that
You sell your art, collect your check
Is that still art, you play your part
You see that
You see that

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